A Quick Message to our Landlord: It’s Cold.

The one thing that I’ve found to make the office warmer is standing outside in a t-shirt. When you come back in it’s not bad. After a while though you’re typing fingers are numb nubs that don’t have enough life to Tweet. For now, we wear our parkas and scarves. The office looks like the JC Penney winter catalog.

We’ve seen some technicians come by and test the temperature. For a while they swore everything was working, but now even they admit that it’s cold. It might have been the deep, long, cuddly hugs we gave them. It’s all we can do to stay warm.

And then there’s the grinding. Right above me right now there’s a heater grinding as if at any moment it might dispense some sausage. But it doesn’t generate anything but a steady gnawing at my psyche.
So please help Mr. Landlord. It’s the holidays for !@*&! sake.